God how I wanted to take that bottom lip of hers in between my teeth and suck on it, bite it, and mark it as my own.
Asshat cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’m sure you understand the things I am dealing with then, and as I was saying they seem to be taking nothing I say seriously. I highly believe a four-day weekend would do them good…” Asshat paused as if he was thinking. “From this point on they’re both suspended for two days!”
Mark exhaled in anger, his eyes shifting to me and Noelle.
“Did Royal do anything else?” Mark questioned.
“Excuse me.” Noelle broke in before either of them could answer. “This has nothing to do with him…” She pointed at me. “It has everything to do with that bitch, Sasha. Royal didn’t force me to say something to her, or force her stupid note down her throat. She had all that coming without any of his help. If anything all Royal did was attempt to break up the fight.” Was she seriously sticking up for me?
My heartbeat soared. No one stuck up for me.
Mark seemed to be thinking, as if something Noelle said clicked inside that brain of his. “Are you sure it was just Noelle and Royal? From the way they make it seem there was a lot more going on?” Mark asked, his words still laced in anger.
Asshat wasn’t ready to get into the grit of what happened, so he waved it away with his hands like a magician doing a magic trick. As if it was really that easy to forget shit. It was so much easier for him to tell the parents that they were raising shitty kids and they needed more discipline. Right, and they wondered why bullies got away with everything. Sticking up to them did you no good when all the backlash came back on you.
“I want them out of my office and out of my school until they decide they want to respect me and what I have to say,” Asshat huffed as if he had been called out.
I couldn’t help myself; I guess I was a glutton for punishment. “Letting Sasha call Noelle a whore was disrespectful. Treating Noelle like she was the one that antagonized it all when she was nothing but the victim is plain disrespect. I’m sorry if you have things twisted, or maybe Sasha just has her claws dug too deep into your skin, but it was her that started this… Not Noelle, not me. Sasha.” My words were brass. I had nothing else to say to Asshat. Noelle and I didn’t need to prove that we were in the right. We just needed to walk the fuck out of this school and move on from it all. Tomorrow was a new day, and I had a bottle of alcohol that needed to be drank.
“Is… is this true Noelle?” Mark questioned Noelle. He looked at her with compassion and a gentleness that I had never seen before. She looked between all of us and then spoke the truest words I had ever heard her speak.
“Does it matter what’s true? No matter what you do someone will twist what happened. In the end it will always be my word against her. I guess the question you should really be asking yourself is do you really even believe me? Or would you if I told you what actually happened?”
The truth behind what she said made me want her that much more. I was rock hard, and certain there was no way I could get up and walk out of this office with the hard on I had. Noelle was a rock fucking star, a kick-ass chick that had put everyone in their fucking place, and that was including me. There was no doubt about it. I didn’t just need her. I wanted her more than I had anything else in my life.
“Noelle, sweetheart, I have known you since you were born. I know what kind of person you are, so if you tell me that it was Miss Master’s that started all of this then I will believe you,” Mark said to Noelle in the kindest voice I had ever heard him speak.
“It’s over and done with, Mark. I don’t want to have to prove anything to anyone anymore.” Sadness overcame Noelle.
It was then that I let the anger I held inside for years go. Mark and I would always have one common interest in this world and that would be Noelle, and as long as she was happy, then I would be too.
Chapter Sixteen
-Noelle
I wonder if Mark really believed that Royal and I didn’t do anything wrong, or was he just saying that to get it over with and to get us to go home without anymore argument. Mark tended to be oblivious to everything that went on around him, like what a bitch my mom was, how poorly she treated me, and the fact that Royal wasn’t that bad, just misunderstood and looking for love.
Mark tried to force me to drive home alone, making Royal go with him for some reason. The visible anger between the two of them rippled through me. I didn’t want to go home until they came home. Until I knew I wouldn’t be forced to be alone with my mother’s wrath. I simply couldn’t deal with her alone.